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Telegraphic State Paroles

Kingdoms

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Paroles de Telegraphic State

Day has arrived, to shatter the neck of nighttime!
Your plane it burns in sunlight, something like slow motion!
And all that we can hope for in a situation like this is to leave it,
with a little bit of grace!
A dream of night, about you presence removed!
The next time that I drop this anchor, let it be your hands!
Won't you let it be your hands!
A face like a lions from fight on the subway!
A weekend of sleeping well after your departure.
Day has arrived to shatter the neck of nighttime.
As I sheild my face with these shaky hands.
When the sun's not in my eyes I see how lonely this place really is!
I still miss you, I still miss you, and the southwest sends its love!
Let it be your hands! Let it be your hands!
A constant cluttering of words with no ears to receive them.
So at least promise me that you'll send a letter once in a while.
A face like a lions from fight on the subway!
A weekend of sleeping well after your departure.
Day has arrived to shatter the neck of nighttime.
As I sheild my face with these shaky hands.
When the sun's not in my eyes I see how lonely this place really is!
I still miss you, I still miss you, and the southwest sends its love!